Voices – Autopsy

Right now they’re telling me to kill you
Yesterday I loved you
Today I want you dead
Beat you, decapitate you
Freeze your severed head

My family didn’t understand me
When I told them why I do the things
I am told so I took their lives
Limbs in the refrigerator
Pieces in a sack
Torso in the garbage
With the spine ripped from it’s back

I hear voices
Now they tell me
That I need some younger flesh
To desecrate and use randomly

They didn’t see it coming


Lyric Voices – Autopsy